OLIVIA’S POVThe Salander Group’s headquarters had a way of making one feel small on purpose.I stood on the pavement outside it, craning my neck up at the glass and steel facade that caught the early morning light. Forty-two floors of corporate power, legacy, and old money. I looked down at myself.Black wrap dress, low heels, hair pulled back, one hand gripping the strap of my bag, the other pressed flat against the swell of my bump like a reflex.“You’ve delivered babies in a blackout,” I muttered to myself. “You can walk into a building. You’re that bitch..and would forever be that bitch.”I walked into the building.The lobby was all marble and a cathedral was dedicated to the religion of wealth. The woman at the reception desk looked up at me with the look of neutrality. “Olivia Benson,” I said, keeping my chin level. “I have a meeting with Mr. Virgil.”She checked her screen, nodded once, and handed me a visitor’s pass with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.Virgil was waiti
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